My first kiss was when I was like… seven years old during a summer camp with a girl I spend a lot of time with. We were actually acting quite innocent when it happened even though we knew that it wasn’t THAT innocent. But it didn’t feel wrong. We played a lot between kisses hiding under a towel while everyone was swimming and playing around.
I don’t remember her name nor her face, but she sometimes appears in my dreams (yeah, I know it’s kinda weird but… who cares).
I dunno, I liked her, and I think she liked me. Yes, we were too young but I still remember that. I would love to see her again, even though it was twelve years ago or… even more. But I haven’t been able to find her, sadly. Maybe I will someday.
